For Michele, On Her Birthday

About Now, Each Year,
Snow Packs Down to Greyest Ice
It Says “Late Winter”

But I am Thinking
Early Spring, Listening for
The Crane’s First Calling

Seeking the First Buds
On Bare Tree Limbs, and All the
Day’s Green Potential

This entry was posted on February 23, 2016 at 6:19 pm and is filed under Birds, Snow, Spring, winter with tags All the Day's Green Potential, Early Spring. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.

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